“There!” he cried; “that’s the goal, and you reached it first!”
“With your help,” and Patty pouted a little.
“My help is always at your disposal, when you can’t get up a hill.”
“That would be a fine help, if I ever had hills to climb. But I never do. This is a great exception.”
“But there are other hills than snow hills.”
“Oh, I suppose now you’re talking in allegories. I never could understand those.”
“Some day, when I get a real good chance, I’ll explain them to you. May I?”
Philip’s face was laughing, but there was a touch of seriousness in his tone that made Patty look up quickly. She found his dark eyes looking straight into her own. She jumped up from her snowbank, saying: “I want to go down again. Where’s a sled?”
“Come on this one with me,” said Hal, who had a long, toboggan sort of an affair.
“This is great!” said Patty. “Where did you get this double-rigged thing?”